Louvell’s cry caused Arkell and the others to pause in their actions.
Louvell could never have imagined that the person Demarien wanted to teach a lesson was Leo!
Leo didn’t know Louvell, but Louvell knew him.
At Old Browne’s birthday banquet, Louvell met Leo for the first time and knew that Leo had an extraordinary relationship with Old Browne and even the Browne family behind Azure Cloud Group.
It can be said that offending Leo was equivalent to offending the Browne family.
And offending the Browne family was like offending Azure Cloud Group.
Louvell’s Ted Group was like an ant in front of Azure Cloud Group.
To put it bluntly, if the Browne family moved their hands and feet, they could make Ted Group disappear from Langstel. Even Louvell himself would evaporate without a trace from Langstel.
Demarien heard Louvell shout something about “Mr. Bloomer” and noticed his abnormal expression. He couldn’t help but wonder, “Uncle, what’s wrong?”
Demarien could sense that his uncle seemed afraid of Leo.
Louvell twitched at the corner of his eye as he looked at Demarien and asked, “Did he provoke you or hurt you?”
“Yes, it was this guy!” Demarien nodded towards Leo as he spoke.
Little did Demarien expect, as soon as his words fell silent, Louvell’s right hand swiftly struck his face.
Caught off guard, Demarien had no anticipation of Louvell suddenly hitting him. With Louvell exerting all his strength, Demarien was slapped and knocked onto the nearby table. When he stood up, his left cheek was visibly swollen.
“Uncle, why did you hit me!?” Demarien’s tone carried both confusion and frustration. He covered his swollen cheek, almost on the verge of tears.
“Dare to provoke Mr. Bloomer? I’m hitting you for him!” Louvell got so angry that even his eyes turned red before using a cane in hand to hit Demarian again.
Demarien, momentarily overwhelmed by the beating, cried out in pain and quickly dodged to the side.
Louvell’s chest heaved rapidly as he took several deep breaths, struggling to calm himself. He then looked at Demarien and sternly commanded, “You bastard, come over here and kowtow to Mr. Bloomer, apologizing!”
Opposing Leo meant opposing the Browne family, and it was practically a path to self-destruction. Louvell was well aware of this. The only way now was to apologize to Leo and seek his forgiveness.
Beating up Demarien was a last resort tactic used to seek forgiveness.
“Uncle, did I hear you correctly? You want me to kneel down and apologize to this guy?” Demarien looked at Louvell incredulously.
“You heard me right, hurry up!” Louvell tapped the ground with his cane.
At that moment, Demarien couldn’t help but think that Louvell’s head had gone wrong.
“Uncle, I can’t possibly kneel down and apologize to him in this lifetime!” Demarien pretended to be tough.
Come on! Although he usually listens to Louvell’s words, how could he kneel down in front of others today with Willow present and so many diners around?
“If you don’t kneel down, then go die.” Louvell signaled one of his henchmen with his eyes.
The henchman pulled out a dagger from his body and walked up to Demarien. He grabbed his collar with one hand.
Now Demarien couldn’t pretend anymore. Her legs began shaking uncontrollably. He knew very well that these subordinates were all ruthless killers who followed Louvell’s orders without question.
Arkell quickly tried to persuade, “Master, Demarien is ignorant; please calm down.”
As he spoke, Arkell gave a signal to Demarien and said, “Demarien! Quickly apologize Mr. Bloomer!”
Now, Demarien dared not talk back or resist. After Arkell’s subordinates released him, he crawled and rolled over to Leo. Kneeling on the ground, he incessantly kowtowed, apologizing, “Mr. Bloomer, I was wrong, I’m sorry…”
Louvell looked at Leo and said politely, “Mr. Bloomer, my nephew has inadvertently offended you. I had him kowtow and apologize to you. Could you please spare him this time?”
“Get lost!” Leo impatiently waved his hand away.
Louvell awkwardly smiled, tapped the ground with his cane, and left the restaurant.
Arkell’s two subordinates helped Demarien, who was limp on the ground, to his feet. They then followed Louvell and quickly left.
After this unwelcome group departed, Willow’s nervous mood finally relaxed. Curiously, she couldn’t help but ask, “Demarien’s Uncle, why is he so afraid of you?”
“He’s not afraid of me; he’s afraid of the people I know,” Leo corrected. “Take a seat; let’s eat. No one will disturb us anymore.”
After the meal, Leo and Willow entered the school together. Willow accompanied Leo to the parking lot. Before parting ways, she expressed her gratitude to Leo once again.
Just as Leo was about to open the car door to get in, Willow’s phone rang.
Upon answering the call, Willow’s expression changed instantly.
“What’s wrong?” Leo asked.
“My house was robbed… I have to go back and check!” Willow said anxiously after answering the call.
“Get in the car, I’ll take you back,” Leo offered.
Willow lived in a loft apartment. As soon as they got upstairs, they saw clothes and daily necessities scattered all over the stairs leading up to her front door.
Willow’s face changed immediately upon seeing this mess. She rushed inside with Leo following closely behind her. The place had been ransacked and a bald man was bent over searching for something.
“What are you doing!?” Willow shouted at him angrily. It seemed like she knew him because she remained calm despite the situation.
“What’s it to you? I’m looking for your grandma’s bracelet,” he replied rudely with a smirk on his face.
“That bracelet was left by my mom for me! You’re not taking it!” Willow furrowed her eyebrows with annoyance evident on her face
“You little brat! That belongs to your grandma; she left it for me!” The man stood up straight and scolded Willow aggressively
“Is he your uncle?” Leo asked with a frown on his forehead
Willow nodded silently without saying anything else about him
“What kind of crap uncle is this? He’s just some scoundrel.” Leo sneered coldly while recalling how he sold out Demarien for $200k just so that he could get hold of willow himself.
Upon hearing Leo’s words, Willow’s eldest uncle frowned and grumbled, “Who the hell are you? Who are you calling a scoundrel?”
“You want the bracelet, right? It’s right here on Willow’s hand.” Leo reached over, grabbed Willow’s hand, and smoothly slid the bracelet off her wrist. He waved it in front of the troublesome man, saying, “Here, take it.”
“Quick, give it to me!” Willow’s uncle’s face lit up, and he quickly walked over, reaching out to take the bracelet.
As his hand approached Leo, somehow, Leo swiftly grabbed his wrist. With a gentle tug, the man immediately let out a scream, as his right arm dislocated entirely.
“Pick up everything you threw outside one by one, and I’ll help you put your arm back in place,” Leo said coldly.
“Fine, help me first. How can I pick things up like this? It hurts too much!” Willow’s uncle winced in pain.